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A06560	This boke is compyled by Dan Iohn Lydgate monke of Burye, at the excitacion [and] styrynge of the noble and victorious prynce, Kynge Henry the fyfthe, i[n] the honoure glorie [and] reuerence of the byrthe of our moste blessed Lady, mayde, wyfe, [and] mother of our lorde Iesu Christe, chapitred as foloweth by this table; Lyf of our lady	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1531 (1531)	STC 17025; ESTC S109664	89,192	232

recomforte of his in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 His 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ight ●●clared openly And of 〈…〉 He asketh mercy of humble affeccion That euer to her he had suspeccion ▪ ¶ And of his errour of his trespace This hore graye with all humilite With wepynge ●y●● gan to are grace And she alone of womanly pyte His heuines whan she dyd se Comforted hym in all that euer she might And he alone in all theyr sight ¶ And all her maydens standinge enuyron Gan euen thus for to cry●●owde Certes quod he my derke suspeccion Came of blyndenes for I none other coude But nowe in soth the mysty blacke cloude Of ignoraunce is so clarefyed That all the trouth to me is verefyed ¶ Thorowe grace of god that myne olde rud●ness● Is nowe from 〈◊〉 chaced clene awaye Haue me excused of my derke dulnesse With all myne herte benignely I praye My nyght of 〈◊〉 is tour●ed in to daye That I may nowe with myne eyen olde The bright bemes of Tytan well beholde ▪ ¶ That for derknes I ●yste what to done Onely for lacke of his bemes bright Weren me berafte thorowe the clowdy mone And hath within me no clere insighte That this Eclips was caused all to sone By hersodeyn interpocession That was chefe grounde of my suspeccion ¶ This is to sayn that myne erthely thought So was oppressod derked and borne downe That woldely skyes that I myght nought Ne was nor worthy to haue inspeccion Of this derke knowelege by relacion Tyll the sonne of his grace dyd shyne My wytte Eclipsed fully to enlumyne ¶ For he to me hath his Angell sent Myne ignoraunce fully for to clere Wherfore of you in all my best entent● O ye maydens that be present here I axe mercy with all myne herte entere Of all that euer that hath be spoken sayd And lowly I praye you be not euyll a payd ¶ And they echone thanked god of all With herte and wyll bothe in worde and dede That he on Ioseph hath inspeciall His grace of newe made for to sprede To voyde awaye all his hole drede Of euery conceyt and imageninge To make hym knowe the trouthe of this thynge ¶ There thorowe in soth the ioye gan renewe Amonge hem all echone of one accorde The armonye entuned was so trewe Betwene hem that there was none discorde Nat so moche as a litell worde And thus in ioye a whyle I lete hem dwell And of the Bysshops forth I will tell ¶ Howe the Bisshop dyd do sompmon Ioseph for our Lady was with chylde Capitulo xxvii TOuchynge this thinge playnly yf I conne Howe worde by worde sothely in sentence Of this thynge the rumour is yronne And reported that thorow necligence Of this Ioseph or by vyolence Howe that Marie goth with chylde greate Wherfore they haue in a sodeyn heate ¶ Cyted hym afore hym to apere And he came forthe with sober countenaunce Of whome anone the Bysshop gan enquere Abyathar of his gouernaunce From poynt to poynt with euery circumstaunce Touchinge this thynge what it might amounte Or howe that Ioseph wolde yeue a counte ¶ That Marie debonayre and so mylde That somtyme was of suche opynyon In the temple is greate nowe with chylde Of tonges large and euery fantasye As is somtyme shewed by the hewe Of them that dranke the drynke of Ielosye As Numeri dothe clerely specefye Wherfore anone there is nomore to seye Make you redy for ye bothe tweye ¶ Shullē make a taste whether it be soure or sote There is none agaynsay ne excusacion Tyll the trouthe be ryped in the rote Ne shullen procede to this conclusion That god list make a declaracion Of all this thynge for fauour or for routhe There is no mene but the playne trouthe ¶ For yf god liste that your innocence Lyke your deserte by openly excused Than is your merite of your excellence That ye toforne falsely were accused And sithen this prefe may nat be refused But that ye muste obeye to the lawe Come of anone you not withdrawe ¶ Do sette her forth and brynge her to presence That hath in vertue so excellent a name In whome was neuer yet founde offence But vnto this tyme euer floureth in her fame And standeth at large from euery maner blame Nowe let her come lyke as god your ewre For you disposeth taketh your auenture ¶ And she ano●e was of her frendes brought Knowinge not what all this might mene Deuoyde of drede bothe in herte and thought For drede in soth may nat do no tene To conscience that is of synne clene Ne vengeaunce there no place ocupyeth Where innocence a soule vngylty gyeth ¶ For the fyre may no whyle brenne After the brondes be taken awaye Ne the ryuer holde his course and renne The hede sprynge drye sothely this is no naye Ne vengeaunce playnly make may none assaye To execute agaynst innocence Ne voyde of synne his mighty vyolence ¶ For nothinge but synne may engender shame For selde or nat ben the chekes rede Of hym in soth that is deuoyde of blame For who so is clene taketh litell hede To wynke or blenke for ony maner drede And for the assaute of ony misty cloude Light of vertue may no whyle shroude ¶ It may a while be derked with a skye As is amonge the fayre bright sonne And with the wyndes of malice and enuye The clere sterres often wexen donne But whan trouth sette abroche his tonne To make the soth openly be knowe The wynde of falsenes may no lenger blowe ¶ Howe our Ladyes frendes wayled and morned whan the Bysshoppes made so stronge a prefe of her virginyte Capitulo xxxi THan sythen trouthe may no whyle dare Hornes shrynke ne hyde hym in his neste But lyke a sonne his light abrode declare Whan she that was the veray chosen cheste Of all clennesse and there with all the beste Of all good howe myght it betyde Her light of vertue to be sette a syde ¶ That it nyll shyne maugre who sayth naye Whan her beames ben openly discured As golde in fyre fyned by assaye And as the tryed siluer is depured And she that was in vertue moste assured Where the holy ghoste his dwellinge dyd sette Howe myght than ony mystes lette ¶ The clere light of her parfytnesse Or ony maner prefe or probacion In ony parte for to make it lesse For light wyll out it may not be borne downe And so will trouthe haue dominacion For ony falsenes that men can conspyre Than she that was so fully sette a fyre ¶ Of the holy ghoste ne dare but lytell drede To drynke water whether it be thyke or clere To take a pre●e of her may denhede For her harme it shall haue no power For to deface her coloure or her there But rather amende more and clarefye The derke dymmynge of euery clowde skye ¶ And so Marie standynge in the place And all her frendes about enuyron Where men may se vpon many a face Of frendely routhe and

quene Lygge they nat graue vnder colours grene And yet all this maye nat your pryde atame Natwithstandynge that ye shall do the same ¶ And after deth abydeth no memorie For ay with deth cometh foriet fulnes And fare well than araye and all vayneglorie Saue onely vertue that standeth in sikernes I take recorde of the hygh mekenes Of her that is of holines well Of whome I thynke sothely for to tell ¶ Howe that she satte for all her worthynes Holdynge her chylde lowly on the grounde And kynges knelynge as ye haue herde expres Beholdynge her in vertue moste habounde Till at the laste they haue a leyser founde To take her leue and the same night They gan to ryde homwarde all her might ¶ Howe the Angell warned the thre kynges to passe nat by Herodes but by another waye Capi. lxxiiii ANd suynge after on the next night Whyle they slepte at her lodgynge place Came an Angell apperynge with greate light And warned hem that they nouht ne trace By Herodes but that they sholde pace Withouten taryenge in all the haste they maye To her kyngdome by another waye ¶ And in shorte tyme to theyr region They ben repayred the Gospell telleth thus And of her names to make mencion The firste in Hebreu was called Appolleus The next Amerus the thyrde Damarus And in Greke the firste Galgatha And Sarachim the thyrde Malgalatha ¶ And in Latine as bokes make mynde The firste of hem named was Iasper And the seconde playnly as I fynde Lyke myne auctour reherce as I dar Called was and named Balthasar And the thyrde ye gete of me no more As I rede was called Melchior ¶ Of whose repayre as some bokes seyne That firste of all they wenten to the see And retornynge to her kyngdom ageyne They shipped hem at Tharse the cyte For whiche Herode of cursed cruelte In Tharse made all the shippes brenne Wherof wryte Dauid the Saulter if ye kenne ¶ And vnto you clerely to specefie Touchynge this ●este and this solemnite Wherof is sayde this worde Epiphanie Whiche is a worde of greate auctorite And sayde and compouned who so can se Of Epi fyrste and Phanos soth to sayne And one worde compouned of these tweyne ¶ Cometh this worde of Epiphanie And this worde Epi by discripsion Is sayde of heyght as I can signefye And of a shewynge by demonstracion As Phanos sayde and so by good reason Epi and Phanos bothe knytte in fere Is a shewynge that doth a lofte appere ¶ And for this day alofte was the sterre Whiche Christes byrthe and incarnacion With his streames gan shede from so ferre From easte to weste in many a region Wherof this feste in conclusion As ye toforne haue herde me specefie This feste is called of Epiphanie ¶ The whiche feste hath a prerogatyfe Of myracles notable in speciall For thynges foure wrought in Christes lyfe Weren on this day by his power royall The fyrste of all for a memoriall Is of the kynges as ye haue herde me sayne Whiche were in ydell to reherce agayne ¶ The seconde is it is sothely tolde That Christe Iesu this day of saynt Iohan The yere whan he was thyrty wynter olde Baptised he was in the flow Iordayne At whiche tyme thre kynges vnder one Appered this day worthy of memorie The fyrste was that from the hygh glorie ¶ The fathers voyce as clerkes liste endyte Came downe to erthe that men might here An lyke a downe with fayre federes whyte The holy ghoste also dyd appere And Christe Iesu the fathers sone entere This daye apperynge in our mortall kynde Was of saynt Iohan Baptiste as I fynde ¶ And for as moche as they all thre This daye were sene by sothfaste apparence They beynge one in partyte vn●●● Therfore this daye of moste reuerence Named is truely in this sentence Theophanos for god in treble wyse Therin appered as ye haue herde deuyse ¶ For The●s is as moche for to mene As god in englisshe yf ye liste to se And Phanos as shewynge withouten wene As ye haue herde afore reherced of me For in erthe ● god in trinite This daye appered withouten any lye ye truely may it calle Theophanie ¶ Eke whan Christe was olde thyrty yere This daye he torned water in to wyne That passyngly was to the eye clere And of tarrage inly good and fyne The whiche he se●t to Archedeclyne And for this myracle iuly vertuous In Galilee was shewed in an hous ¶ This same daye whiche man dyd espye As holy churche maketh mencion Therfore it is named Bethphanie For●eth in englisshe by discripsion Is called a house or a mancion Of whiche myracle renomed of fame Bethphanie this daye hath the name ¶ Eke in the yere of his passion Fer in deserte this daye also I rede With loues fyue through his greate foyson Fyue thousande I fynde that he dyd fede Of whiche myracle yf ye taken hede This day is laste named Phagiphanie Lyke as firste was cleped Epiphanie ¶ For this worde Phagi in to our entente Is sayde of fedynge of re●eccion For whiche myracle passynge excellence That is so famous so hygh of renoun Lyke as the Gospell maketh mencion Therfore this daye amonge the other all ye lustely may it Phagiphanie call ¶ A declaracion of the thre Kynges of theyr thre giftes Capitulo lxxv NOwe Christe Iesu this day this hygh feste We the beseche with herte will thought Onely of mercy to here our requeste For the myracles that thou therin haste wrought For loue of hem that the so ferre haue sought The worthy kynges that came out of Caldee The ●o honoure in Bethleem the cyte ¶ And through the prayers of these kynges thre That for thy loue token her vyage Iesu defende vs from all aduersite And make vs stronge sure in our passage In this exyle and parlous pylgrimage With our fo men of malice and of pryde Whiche haue vs bysette an euery syde ¶ The whiche our golde of parfyte charite Wolden vs byreue by persecusion That we shulde offre of feruente vnto the O● hertely loue and hygh deuocion And eke our Franke of contemplacion Wherwith he shulde make our sacrifise O● hygh disdayne and malice they dispise ¶ For Golde of trouthe is falsely nowe alayed By fayned loue and simulacion And fayth with fraude is corrupt frayed With double tonges and detraccion Our Franke also of hygh perfeccion That sholde brenne clere aboue the skye Is with the code medlide of enuye ¶ That it alas gyue may no light In the centre of true affeccion For day of trouthe is tourned in to night Thorowe false reporte and false suspeccion And thus good ●ayth is ro●●ed vp s● dow●e And true menynge derked with a skye That we in Englisshe calle● flaterye ¶ And thus our offrynge goeth almoste wronge Of Golde of Franke for ought I can espye And our Myrre hath behynde full longe Us to preserue from all suche trecherye For nowe is torned into Ipocresye

that was bothe mayde and wyfe Wherof is made the sothfast breade of lyfe ¶ And he that grauyd of his greate ●ight Without poyntell in the harde stone And the tables with letters clere and bright His ten preceptes buyldynges euericho●e The same lorde of his power alone Hath made this mayde here in erthe lowe A chylde conceyue and no man to knowe ¶ And he that made the busshe to appere All on flame with ferly sparcles shene And whan Moyses gan to approche nere And yet no harme came to the bowes grene The same lorde hath conserued clene His habytacle his herber swete In this may de from all flesshely hete ¶ And he that made the ye●de of Moyses Of a serpent to take the liknesse In the hall amonge all the prees Where Pharao the people dyd oppresse And in deserte the Byble bereth wytnesse The Ryuer made to renne of the stone The thriste to staunche of the people alone ¶ And ouer this for to verefye His greate myght Sampson the stronge man As Iudicum doth playnly specefye Dranke the water that from the chanell ran And he that made the flodes of Iurdan To torne agayne for loue of Iosue That all his people clerely myght se ¶ And howe wawes gan asondre breke And lyke and hylle to stonde hygh on lofte And he that made the Asse to speke To Balaam for he rode so softe Why myght he not by power preued ofte Sithen he the yren made in the water houe Be of a mayde borne for mannes loue ¶ And he that made a angell for to take Abacuk the prophete by a litell heare And sodaynly brynge hym to the lake In Babylon whiche was so feare And to visite ligginge in his feare Danyell amonge the beastes rage Tyll he to hym brought the potage ¶ The dores shutte of the stronge pryson For to aswage of hunger all his payue And in a moment to his mancion Full sodaynly restored hym agayne Why myght he not as well in certayne The same lorde of a may de than Take flesshe and blode and bycome man ¶ And he that made the sonne at Gabaon To stonde shyne vpon the bright shelde Of Iosue and towarde Achalon The mone also as all the hooste behelde The longe day they faught in the felde Agaynst the Kynges of myghty of Amorre That his people clerely myght se ¶ And he that made the shade we to retourne In the orlage of Kyng Ezechye By ten degrees onely to parfourme By heste I made to hym of I saye Why myght he nat that all this worlde shall gye Of a may de by the same skyll Frely be borne at his owne wyll ¶ And he that fedde with fyue loues smale Fyue thousande in solytarie place Ferre in deserte sittinge in a ●ale Thorowe the foyson and plente of his grace The same lorde why myght he not purchace Within a may de duringe her maydenhede Whan that hym liste to take his manhede ¶ For as the Bee bothe waxe and hony shede At the hyue who taketh hede therto Right so Marie flouring in maydenhede Bare in her wombe god and man also And yet in sothe she was bothe two I dare afferme one persone in fere A mayde clene and Christes mother dere ¶ And as the beame shynyng from so ferre Shedith his light as men maye well espye Withouten harme of hynderyng of the sterre And so as Manna fyl downe fro the skye Right so this floure that called is Maria With wombe halowed into chastyte Conceyued hath in her virgynite ¶ And as the Barnacle in the harde tre Of kynde bredeth and the vyne floure Causeth the wyne florre for to be Thorowe Bachus might grapes gouernoure Right so in soth mankyndes sauyoure As the barnacle and floure out of the vyne Spronge of Marie she beyng virgine ¶ And as a worme vnder a stone Of therthe cometh without engendure And as the Feuyr of whiche there is but one To asshes brent rene with by nature Right so this lorde that all hath in his cure Our kynde agayne for synne to renewe Toke flesshe and blode in this mayde trewe ¶ And as the Snowe fro Iupiter doth f●ll Thorowe the force of Sagittarius 〈◊〉 And zepherus dothe the floures fall On whyte blosmes whan she doth blowe Right so in sothe the grace alight alow● Of the holy ghoste like a wynde cherisshyng Amydde the mayde to make his dwellyng ¶ And to the floure did no duresse But parfytly conserued her beaute From euery storme and flesshely lustiness● An lyke fresshe of fayrnes for to se As by examples more than two or thre As ye to forne haue herde deuyse Whiche as me semeth ought ynough suffy●e ¶ To all that be grounded in the fayth Agaynst falshede to stande at defence And yet in suche so as saynt Gregore sayth Fayth hath no merite where as euydence Or mannes reason geueth experience But he that leueth and fyndeth no reason Ne kynde according is worthy more guerdon ¶ But yf that any be nowe in this place That hath doute or ambyguyte Thorowe false errour that doth his herte enbrace Eyther of malice or of iniquyte For to accuse the blessed virginite Of Marie playnly this is my bon● But if so be that he amende sonne ¶ And are mercy for his greate ●ff●nc● Of her that is of mercy grounde and well That he of vengeaunce haue experience With Ixyon downe depe in hell And that the clapper of his destuned bell May cankre sone I mene his false tonge Be doumbe for euer neuer efte to be ronge ¶ With hym I am no better in charite Then ye haue herde at euyn and at morow● For here my trouthe he gette no more of me Saue Cerberus I take hym to borowe What euer he be and leue hym with sorowe To Tantalus his hunger to appease At iewe wordes passe ouer is an ease ¶ Howe our Lady went to saynt Iohā Baptist mother Capitulo xxi FOr what in sothe vpon any syde Is Phebus chare appeyred of his light Though eyen rawe may not abyde For to beholde agaynst his bemes bright Right so playnly though the goundy sight Of here tyke● may nat sustene For to beholde the clerenes of this quene ¶ May in no wyse sothely disencreace Her clere light ne her p●rfyte brightnesse Whose fayre stremes shullen neuer seace Withouten Eclipse to shyne in clennesse For of this mayde as bokes done expresse Whan Gabriell to heuen drowe the cooste She replenisshed was of the holy ghoste ¶ Rose vp alone and out of Nazareth Towarde the mounteyns fast gan her hye And there she sale with mekely Elizabeth Within the house of treue Zacharie And right forth with whan she dyd espye Of Marie the meke salutacion And thorowe her eres whan passed was the soun ¶ Within her wombe playnly thus to tale For very Ioye and spirituell gladnesse The yonge infane with his lymes smale Reioysed hym the Gospell sayth expresse And she fulfilled in very sothfastnesse With